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When my father was a kid in the 1930s, he attended many games at Yankee Stadium and the Polo Grounds. When the game was over, the fans could use the playing field to walk to the exits. Often, the resin bag was still lying behind the mound and, wonder of wonders, everyone just left it there.
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greymule
More whiskey—and fresh horses for my men!
Roll Tide!
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